Oh my,...it's Wednesday. I had thought it was Monday. This being unstuck in time is becoming consistent. If it weren't so much trouble I'd go to the clinic about it. However there's always the danger of the institutional tripwire of protocol.
I could end up in the Nut Haus again.
Not that I minded that much. It was much like my digs. One can sleep watch TV draw, ...with crayons, or read. Mostly religious tracts or week old newspapers.
Most of the other inmates are too drugged to bother one. Still no thanks. Though I like the slippers they give you. I still have a pair from the last time I said the wrong thing.
Very comfy. Still I imagine being adrift in temporal realms might get me attentions I don't need.
So I just told you.
We're comrades so I figured you'd understand. Really though I could swear it's Monday,...certainly feels like one.
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